The Air
Sweet scents
Fill my empty lungs
I can hardly relent
From singing the unsung
Is as before
These places I adore
But the breath will be my death
If my heart keeps racing
And I keep embracing
The sweet spring air
The air I breathe now
Is the air we shared then
How
Can I get back what's already been?
Words trace down my throat
Bittersweet after taste
Gently afloat
But becoming a waste
It is the same here
It is the same there
But the sun is not here
And the wind is not there
Only clear blue tears
And the silent dare
The air I breathe now
Is the air we shared then
But please how
Can I get back what's already been?
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